Maybe if I had read or watched Game of Thrones, I'd be better prepared for the winter they say is coming. In fact, they say it's coming tomorrow night. Weren't we just out, reveling in crimson and yellow-gold? Wasn't it just time for this?
and now they are telling me to expect this:
At least the boy has boots. My boots need repair. But it's the deep cold, and the dark, that I am afraid of. I feel unready. Maybe it's time to bake more bread and pies, and make kettles of soup, and knit up all the yarn.
Or to tell stories. Come to the Linden Hills Farmers Market, Sundays at noon, and warm up with a story.
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.